When I was younger the thought of flight
Scared me.
But the thing is the only thing that scared me
Was to try.
I wanted to try something new. I wanted to
Break free.
I wanted to know what was beyond that
Damn fence.
I needed to know what else there was in
This world.
I wanted to fly over that picket fence
And see.
I wanted to touch, to feel, to taste, to smell
To see.
At night I dreamed of what it was like
Outside.
To have the gift of sight and not use it,
It’s torture.
I could the see the postcards and posters.
They say,
“Greetings from L.A.!” as they list off
Broken promises.
But life was not a postcard, life was not
Wonderful places.
Life was that damned white picket fence.
Life was
Not being able to experience what so many had
Done before.
I wanted to escape, I wanted something more.
I waited
For the day that I could finally fly away, because life
Was hell.
The pain was unbearable. I needed to
Get away.
Finally I climbed the tree, cape strapped onto
My neck.
Hoping that one day, I would never come back.
My only fear,
Became reality. Those broken dreams of
City skylines.
The shattered thoughts that haunted me,
Were gone.
And that wretched fence, was left behind. I was finally able
To see.